This is the first book published in Spain by a then unknown author, Charles Bukowski, who immediately achieved great popularity. Bukowski has been compared to Henry Miller and Hemingway, to Céline and Artaud, to Charlie Parker and W. C. Fields, and in a few years he went from ...
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This is the first book published in Spain by a then unknown author, Charles Bukowski, who immediately achieved great popularity. Bukowski has been compared to Henry Miller and Hemingway, to Céline and Artaud, to Charlie Parker and W. C. Fields, and in a few years he went from a "cursed" writer to a living legend. The stories collected here seem to be extracted from the ulcerous guts of their narrator, written between attacks of delirium tremens, orgies and alcoholic fantasies, using the crude language of the street, of the dregs, of the trash, as no one had done before. Brutally funny chronicles of the Yankee nightmare, of the "neon desert -- This is the first book published in Spain by a then unknown author, Charles Bukowski, who immediately achieved great popularity. Bukowski has been compared to Henry Miller and Hemingway, to Céline and Artaud, to Charlie Parker and W. C. Fields, and in a few years he went from a "cursed" writer to a living legend. The stories collected here seem to be extracted from the ulcerous guts of their narrator, written between attacks of delirium tremens, orgies and alcoholic fantasies, using the crude language of the street, of the dregs, of the trash, as no one had done before. Brutally funny chronicles of the Yankee nightmare, of the "neon desert |
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